Monsters Under Mistletoe

4. Bjorn

Chapter 4

Bjorn

I never lost control of my animal, but my mate had driven me wild. I took a moment, drawing in a breath to regain my composure, but with her scent this strong it was an exercise in futility. It just made me want her more.

In that bodysuit, she looked like a piece of forbidden fruit. Even more so with her ponytail splayed on the back of the couch, her hard nipples straining through the thin fabric, and her pussy exposed, wet, and throbbing.

“Sorry I ripped your outfit,” I said between ragged breaths.

“I would’ve been disappointed if you didn’t.” She punctuated the statement with a breathy chuckle. “Guess we know what to do to drive each other over the edge.”

I put my knee between her legs and kissed her, drinking that vanilla scent from her lips like I’d been wandering lost in the desert for days. Her hands were in my hair again. Fuck, I loved that so much.

She managed to draw away from me. “I’m disappointed I didn’t have a chance to play with your bear more. I know you didn’t have a chance to read the card.”

“Next time,” I promised. “I’m a little embarrassed to admit I don’t know where the envelope went. All I could focus on was getting you alone.”

“Let me give you the cliff notes,” she said as she pushed a piece of hair away from my face. “It was a list of all the things I wanted to us to do together. Bonus points if that happened when you were a bear, but you’re fun to play with as a human, too.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I said. “Like this I’m already so much bigger than you, but as a bear—”

“Hannah and Lars make it work,” she countered. “When it’s fate, you find a way.”

“We can play with my bear, as long as you promise me one thing.”

“Anything. Well, almost anything,” she laughed.

“You tell me if it’s too much. Because if you prance around in a hot little number like this” –I yanked on a ribbon of the ruined bodysuit— “in front of him again, I’m not sure he’ll be able to stop.”

“I promise.” She grinned. “But I also might like it.”

“I want you to love it.” My cock pulsed at the thought. “Why don’t you show me what you would’ve done with a big, hungry bear?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Moving her hands to my shoulders, she pushed me back until she had me on the floor. She was on top of me, like I was her prey. I put my hands on her tits, moving the mistletoe out of the way before I tugged on the nylon. It tore quickly, leaving only the garland to barely conceal her nipples.

“It’s my turn now, bear.” She kissed my cheek before climbing off me. “You asked me what I’d wanted to do, and I could just tease you, and tell you that you needed to wait and find out.”

I groaned at that thought.

Her hand was on my hard shaft. “But it’s Christmas, and you’ve been pretty good this year, Bjorn.”

“Only pretty good?” I managed. “I’d like to show you how I can be fantastic.”

“Pretty good leaves room for naughty, and I have to say, what you did just then was really fucking naughty and I liked it a lot.” She pumped her hand up and down my shaft. Fuck, she knew exactly what to do to drive me over the edge. “And I would’ve loved the chance to get you off as a bear, but then I know it would’ve been a hot minute before you could’ve done it again. And the last thing I want to do tonight is wait.”

“Climb on to me,” I said. “I want to feel the moment when I make you lose control.”

She did as I asked in a fluid motion. I put one hand at the base of my shaft, and the other on her hip to steady her as she sank onto my cock. Her head fell back, and her lips parted.

I put my other hand on her hip, lifting her easily and sliding her back down. I loved the way it felt to be inside her. Her inner muscles pulsed, just as feisty as the rest of her, trying to control the situation. She was so tiny compared to me, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t powerful.

She was gonna make a great mom…

Fuck, the very thought of her belly swelling with my baby growing inside her was enough to make my balls hitch. Pure instinct had me lifting her off my shaft.

“No,” she pleaded. “I was serious about what I said. Let’s start trying tonight. I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, and that was all it took for me to let go. Stars exploded in the periphery of my vision as I came hard inside her. She cried out, bucking her hips forward and back, taking as much of me as she could.

I’d never come this close to a shift before, and it was fucking intense.

Marissa squeezed my cock until I had nothing left to give. Her body softened, and I lifted her off me, kissing her as I lowered her to my chest.

“That was amazing,” she said as she planted a kiss on my shoulder.

“I’m not done with you yet.” My body was spent, but I managed to get off the floor, and head into the bathroom. I ran the water in the tub, and went into the closet where I’d been hiding the bath bombs I’d planned to put in her stocking.

When I returned to the living room, I found her with her head propped up.

“Come on. I just showed you how I can be naughty, now let me show you how I can be nice.” I easily lifted her from the ground.

“You don’t need to carry me everywhere,” she protested with a playful kick.

“Can you walk right now?” I asked. “Because you feel like a ragdoll.”

“That’s beside the point.” She laughed, but her lips formed an O when she saw the tub full of bubbles. “Will you get in it with me?”

“Absolutely.” I lowered her feet to the floor and helped her out of the ruined bodysuit. “Only if you tell me what else you put on your naughty list.”

“What do you think will happen if one of our coworkers finds that envelope?” she asked as she lowered her naked body into the bath with a happy sigh.

“We’ll probably get it back with a list of even more scandalous suggestions.” I laughed and stepped into the tub carefully.

There was barely enough room for the two of us in the tub. Marissa hooked her legs over mine and pulled herself closer to me. “Will you promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Even if this is our only Christmas with just the two of us, promise me you’ll make this our tradition. I love this time with you, and I want to make sure that doesn’t change as our family grows.”

“Absolutely.” I kissed her dewy forehead. “I’ll take every chance I can get to be naughty with you under the mistletoe.”